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I was making a gift with my shrinky dink sheets and decided to also make some little plastic vampires, for myself
Process pic below
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Chapter 47: Sanguis
The ice which clings to his hair will melt only from ambient heat and the coat that he wears has no purpose. The Panamera has no purpose. The same is true even of my beloved Gulfstream. Daniel is the only thing in sight which could exist forever, and tend me. The curse—the curse of living forever is the risk of loving forever, and there is no risk that eclipses the love of Armand. Armand, who is loved by his Maker. Armand, who is loved by the one whom he Made.
With this, the fic is basically over if you were only here for the Devil's Minion stuff, otherwise there's just going to be an epilogue. Thanks for reading!
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i'm going insane reading this unpublished excerpt anne rice wrote about louis and lestat on nov 6, 2015 (courtesy of @somevagrantchild who found it in the special collection library at tulane university):
“I can forgive her for what she did. She was never a human being. She went from being an infant to a monster. But you—you stood there & watched. You carried my body in the swamps & dumped me there as if I were trash—you were the one I hated! How could you do that to me? Decades we’d been together!”
He stared at me for the longest time—not defensive, not angry.
I could do it because I was afraid, he said. “I didn’t know how I was going to live without you.”
“I don’t believe. You were fine without me. You were preparing to sail to Europe. You were making plans.”
—A torrent of words.
“Stop! I’m here now. I love you! I thought you’d wanted me here! I thought you’d forgive me. I thought we had a second chance, now, you & I. And miles to travel together!”
I nodded—
“A second chance!”
I nodded—
Then I took hold of him as if I was going to kill him. I threw him up against the wall & bit into his neck for the first time in 200 years—the first time since the first time—and when the blood gushed into my mouth I saw again—for the first time in 200 years—his soul, his heart—
I was lost in his mind, his thoughts, his dreams, flashes — (more)
I drew back—I’d drunk too much He was being held there by me, his head bowed. I slapped him hard & when he opened his eyes I pushed his open mouth against my neck. I forced his fangs into me.
And we were together, wrapped in one another arms — (more)
Finally I pushed him back.
He was sitting on the paving stones, hair in his face, back to the wall. I took his hand & helped him up.
Kiss me. No really kiss me.
Finally I let him go.
I can’t live without you! I swear, you wander off on me again, I … I ”
“I won’t. I won’t ever.”
won't say anything except this is Them this is who lestat has always been and she should have never cut this. "i took hold of him as if i was going to kill him" i'm losing my mind
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Remembering Anne Rice on the second anniversary of her death:
What does the word "vampire" mean to you? The vampire for me is a metaphor for the outsider, the outcast, the predator in all of us --- the lonely one, the heart and soul that feels immortal even when it knows that we all die. Vampire characters help me to talk about reality. They always have. When I'm with Lestat, and Armand and Louis, and Gabrielle, I'm in the real world. All colors blaze bright and music soars to Heaven and I'm not lonely for a while, I'm safe. And that's why I write about them and through them and with them.
Thanks to @kaelio for the early Christmas present! This is so fucking cool, I love it :D
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Ok so this is a hit on Twitter. Came across someone on FB who went to Tulane to look Anne's archived writings, diary entries, etc. They also took some interesting pictures.
This first batch is from a discarded Lestat that would have taken place after TVA. Yeah, I'm mad it didn't get published too.
The next batch...is a trip. It's classic Anne Rice craziness.
These are notes for Prince Lestat. Brace yourselves lol.
Gabrielle and Lestat huh? Ok nooo problem. Super a million percent nothing weird about that. I mean he did give Louis a baby first and I guess he figured not to do that again. Lesson.... learned?
Gabrielle de Lioncourt would 100% not want to be a biological parent again. She wouldn't let anyone get near her to see her eggs "just to see what would happen." Madame gave birth 8 times as a mortal, had grandchildren and was a smooth 50 years old when she died. She was probably in menopause, if not waiting for it, and was probably thrilled the baby factory was done when she was a vampire.
She would never be this woman in 2011:
She would tell Lestat to give up his DNA to French Ancestry dot come first to find his descendants first, lmao. And then roast him about retconning that he was banging the village girls in the church. "My son, I thought Nicolas took your maidenhead." And of course, for all Lestat knows, he knocked up that one traveling actress when he was 16 and that kid could've been anywhere.
I wonder what reasoning Anne would've given to make bearing your vampire son's baby in character for Gabrielle.
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me when I do a good post
How could this be, when my simple contribution to a perfectly benign hypothetical of how to achieve a perfectly conventional fanfic outcome was so normal?
That's the great thing, you can hit all those lame tropes about worrying about how the baby is going to turn out or back pain whump or whatever but even more so than with a regular baby! You know it's going to turn out bad and it's hurting you on purpose
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When I saw velvet, red velvet, the insult of red velvet in Paris, my Paris, where velvet belongs first and foremost to Venice, which mastered it, I assigned it to an old story so as to make a new story; it is as with Sybelle! This was stolen from me by the glittering and hateful and loathsome Gabrielle. And still I hate her, for my attempt was in nothing but good faith! That velvet, red velvet, the velvet like the coverlets, the velvet like my Master’s robes, so near to me, so near to fingertips which could have once again amazed him, my Master, with their ignorance and inexperience—that velvet I would have welcomed; I would have held it close to me. Lestat, who I saw cartwheeling. Lestat, who could in his untimely death rejoice!
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So if rubbing the Blood into your skin as a vampire makes it look lively and florid, as opposed to the marble-white, then does Marius rubbing it into his face and hands make him look sort of like a Siamese cat?
Now, I know what you're thinking: this would require him to do the feet as well. But there's no way he didn't do the feet 😬
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as the sire of sybelle and benjamin, as well as viktor, marius is the parent of armand and lestat's children. much to fucking consider
parent teacher conference game mad when you consider he's also armand's father/teacher and lestat's mentor.
lestat and armand were just speed running "how many male figures in my life can i fill with this one guy"
Not to mention, Marius then goes on to look after both Louis (briefly in QotD) and then Daniel (much longer, culminating in PL) when their respective dum dums makers are getting into trouble without them.
gets called minister because Lestat figured "Chief Babysitter" would send him into a Mood
He puts this in the job description once he finally quits